May 25th, 2006

No Duh

Argh! Typos!

I just realized that both of this week's strips have typos in them.


Man, I wish Photoshop had a spellchecker. ¬.¬

Note to myself: fix those tonight.

I've noticed over the past five or six years, more typos, more misspellings, more misplaced homophones, and more wandering apostrophes creeping into everything I write, and I can't figure out why. I know what's supposed to go there, and my brain thinks that's what it's putting -- then a week later I go back and look and it's like "doode i rote htis." It's like my ability to pay attention to anything I happen to be doing has fallen by the wayside. I need to find some way to address this!

-The Gneech
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    annoyed annoyed
Party Guy

Happy Birthday, snapcat!

For your present, here's today's Forgotten English!

Addicted to delaying; prone to delay. ... Adapted from Latin cunctationem, the noun of action from cunctari, to delay.
--Sir James Murray's New English Dictionary, 1893

Feast Eve of St. Bede (c. 673-735),
whose Ecclesiastical History of the English People (731) traced events in Britain from the time of Julius Ceasar to St. Augustine's arrival in Kent, in 597. This exceptionally learned Anglo-Saxon monk studied Greek, Latin, and Hebrew, medicine, astronomy, and prosody. He also wrote hymns, works on grammar, and enduring chronologies of Church history. Yet despite his prodigious schlarship and deep devotion to his spiritual mission, the Vatican failed to name Bede a saint until 1899. The Church has often affixed the honorific "Venerable" to the names of those undergoing the long process of canonization. However, because it was attached to his name for an extraordinary twelve centuries of such limbo, he is known as Venerable Bede even today.

-The Gneech
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    awake awake
Me Barbarian

Dover's Death Scene

Back in 1997-1998, I wrote a fantasy novel, which I started re-reading last night in preparation for possibly revising it and submitting it for publication. Something I had more-or-less forgotten is that in it, there is a character named Dover who is essentially a spear-carrier. He gets offed in short order during an attack by the BBEG about halfway through the book, and is not particularly important to the story other than in the role of a redshirt.

His name stuck with me, tho, and later that year when I needed a throwaway name for a character in Suburban Jungle, I recycled it. Little did I know what I was getting myself into! ;) It was a little jarring to read about Dover getting killed and trying not to think of the cheetahboy.

So, for those who are curious, now you know: Dover Cheetah is named after a dead redshirt. ;) The dead redshirt, in turn, is named after the town in Pennsylvania ... which I presume is named after the place in England with all the white cliffs.

-The Gneech